tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201930148531767803.post2617066566826734071..comments2013-09-23T03:46:53.436-07:00Comments on ". . .recollected in tranquility. . .": Raw BeautyStevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15520240994034904255noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201930148531767803.post-21111039865622211642010-09-23T06:19:46.145-07:002010-09-23T06:19:46.145-07:00Dear Dylan,
Yes, we are made aware of the Summit,...Dear Dylan,<br /><br />Yes, we are made aware of the Summit, but we are plunged also into the awareness of our distance from it (at times). It is the poignancy of awareness and distance that I was trying to juxtapose here--the longing, the desire that points Home. But then, that&#39;s an author about his intentions, and a poem just is. And this may have taken from it something.<br /><br />StevenSteven Riddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15520240994034904255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201930148531767803.post-39707942967095285192010-09-23T05:50:03.032-07:002010-09-23T05:50:03.032-07:00Steven,
No, I didn&#39;t detect anything sardonic...Steven,<br /><br />No, I didn&#39;t detect anything sardonic in what you wrote.<br /><br />It&#39;s the bit about &quot;knowledge/ of sheer isolation from the source&quot; that puzzles me. I think that in most experiences of beauty, we are made aware of the Source and Summit of all beauty. (Of course, we can go the perilous route of deifying the created beauty.) But here you speak of &quot;certain knowledge&quot; of &quot;isolation from the source&quot; -- would that be the poet&#39;s isolation from the source of beauty? Or am I on the wrong track (which is quite likely)?dylanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13217297262702709978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201930148531767803.post-70265506874612276362010-09-23T04:45:47.412-07:002010-09-23T04:45:47.412-07:00Dear Dylan,
Please pardon the inadvertent echo of...Dear Dylan,<br /><br />Please pardon the inadvertent echo of your own comment in my last. It wasn&#39;t meant to be sardonic, merely to express a state of being for which I lack a precise word--intrigued isn&#39;t exactly it, nor is puzzled, but intrigued comes closest, I think.<br /><br />shalom,<br /><br />StevenSteven Riddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15520240994034904255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201930148531767803.post-31468408473278998332010-09-23T04:44:11.090-07:002010-09-23T04:44:11.090-07:00Dear Dylan,
I&#39;m intrigued that you&#39;re not...Dear Dylan,<br /><br />I&#39;m intrigued that you&#39;re not sure you understand it given the difficult poetry you wrestle with. But I&#39;m also gratified and deeply appreciative that you took the time to comment. Thank you.<br /><br />shalom,<br /><br />StevenSteven Riddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15520240994034904255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201930148531767803.post-47598664893321012962010-09-22T12:48:22.483-07:002010-09-22T12:48:22.483-07:00I&#39;m intrigued by this poem. I&#39;m not sure ...I&#39;m intrigued by this poem. I&#39;m not sure I understand it, but I think I like it, nonetheless.<br /><br />Raw beauty can and does stun the heart!dylanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13217297262702709978noreply@blogger.com